I remember when the daylilies and hosta bloomed. Not so long ago.
How the yard can be full of perennial colors at their times in the seasons.
Then something small adds so much at another time.
November grey
red holiday bow
on the wreath
I remember when the daylilies and hosta bloomed. Not so long ago.
How the yard can be full of perennial colors at their times in the seasons.
Then something small adds so much at another time.
November grey
red holiday bow
on the wreath
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Lovely poem, Ellen. Our yards do seem a bit colorless this time of year, nice to add a bit of cheer where we can.
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Dear Eliza, Thank you
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Your poems are helping me keep moving into the new season, Ellen. They’re lovely.
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Dear Linda, Thank you
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